CHAPTER 193: MOTHER AND DAUGHTER [2]

"ARE YOU FUCKING CRAZY? WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?"

Hearing her daughter’s yell, Florence just smiled innocently "Hehe, yeah..."

Eira let out a deep breath and clutched her forehead in disbelief "Mom... what?"

Florence stepped closer, her arms wrapping around Eira in a sudden, warm hug and buried her face into her breasts "Dear... just help me to woo him, that’s enough."

Pulling her face from her boobs, Eira shook her head "No, No that’ not the point... why are you loving Brandon? He is MY boyfriend... your own daughter’s... how could you?"

Florence tilted her head, her lips pursing into a playful, almost innocent smile "What about it..."

0.0 Eira looked at her mom dumbfounded ’Is she actually dumb or trying to act ignorant...’

Looking at her daughter’s reaction, Florence let out a giggle "I get it... but I do love him, anyway; just help me woo him."

As she spoke, she squeezed her own boob "If you did help me, I will let you suck my nipples... just like you did when you are a child."

Eira’s eyebrow twitched in frustration and slapped her breasts "You damn vixen... that means earlier in the boat, you were cuddling with him..."

Florence puffed her chest with a proud smile "Ofcourse, to seduce him with my body, hehe..."

"I got big boobs and he seems to like them. So I deliberately asked for a beach time and wore such a swimsuit."

-_- Eira gave her a deadpan look ’This damn cunt...’

Florence’s giggle softened, her eyes glistening with affection and her hands reached out to gently cup Eira’s face, "I know it’s a lot, my girl,"

"But I’ve never felt this alive, not in years... and I know you care about him too. I’m not trying to take him from you... I just want to share this feeling and to be honest with you."

Eira’s gaze narrowed as she asked "Are you implying that we share him?"

Florence’s eyes lit up and she hurriedly nodded "As expected of my genius daughter, you caught up... that’s what I am saying."

With a shake of her head, Eira replied "That’s insane..."

Florence glanced at her daughter with a thoughtful look "Hmm... maybe I am insane."

With a nod, Eira replied "Yes, you are, and this is not going to work out..." she said in exasperation, her heart wrestling with the complexity of their roles.

Florence squeezed her daughter’s face, her fingers pinching her cheek "Dear, don’t say that. I need your cooperation in this."

Eira let out a deep sigh and her shoulders slumped, her eyes flicking away.

She stepped back from Florence’s arms and her hand reached for a plush towel hanging nearby as she wrapped it around herself, the water dripping from her hair onto the tiled floor.

"You are a crazy woman..." she muttered, her voice softer but still laced with exasperation, as her eyes met Florence’s briefly with a mix of disbelief and reluctant affection in her gaze.

As Eira left, the smile on Florence’s face faded and her lips trembled slightly, her eyes lowering in sadness.

She raised her hand, clutching her chest ’I finally gathered the courage to say it...’

A deep sigh escaped her lips "Well, I guess I need to persuade her even more." she said, her lips curving into a faint, bittersweet smile.

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The beach house hummed with the lazy warmth of the afternoon, its open windows letting in the salty tang of the sea and the rhythmic crash of waves against the shore.

Eira descended the wooden stairs with her damp blonde hair loose and cascading over her shoulders, now dressed in a breezy white crop top and denim shorts.

As she reached the bottom of the stairs, the scent of sizzling meat and smoky charcoal wafted through the open sliding doors.

She stepped outside onto the wooden deck and by the barbecue grill set up on the deck, Brandon was standing.

His toned chest glistened with a faint sheen of sweat, his loose shorts hung low on his hips, his dark hair was ruffled by the breeze and a spatula was in his hand as he tended to the sizzling steaks and skewers.

The grill hissed and popped, the flames licking the meat, sending curls of smoke upward.

Eira’s lips curved into a smile as she approached and closed the distance, her arms slipping around his waist from behind.

Brandon chuckled, his body shifting slightly under her embrace as he flipped a steak.

Eira raised her hand, her fingers finding his chest, playfully pinching his nipples, a teasing twist that made him flinch and laugh.

"Why are you not wearing a t-shirt?" she asked, her fingers twisting his nipples again.

Chuckling, Brandon glanced over his shoulder, "This is quite comfortable..."

He set the spatula down, his hand reaching back to gently squeeze her arm.

Eira’s smile widened, her arms tightening around his waist and she pressed her cheek against his back.

"Comfortable, huh? You’re just showing off," she teased as her fingers llet go of his nipples, her hands sliding down to rest on his hips.

"Are you trying to impress Mom with your cooking,"

Brandon raised an eyebrow, his smile softening "Impress Florence? I thought I was impressing you with my barbecue skills,"

Eira’s smile faltered slightly and she looked away as she remembered her mother’s words.

"You’re doing okay, I guess..."

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Eira lounged on a cushioned chair a few feet away, her legs curled beneath her, as she scrolled through her phone, her fingers flicking across the screen.

The sliding door to the beach house creaked open, and Florence stepped onto the deck.

She is wearing a revealing outfit... a tight, low-cut tank top that hugged the curve of her breasts, accentuating her enticing figure, paired with high-waisted shorts that showed off her toned legs.

Brandon glanced up, his spatula pausing mid-flip and his eyes widened slightly at Florence’s outfit, a smile appearing at his lips as she approached.

Florence closed the distance and her arms slipping around his waist from behind, her body pressing against his bare back.

"Dear..." she murmured in a sultry voice with her lips close to his ear as she peeked over his shoulder at the sizzling meat.

"That smells great, darling,"

Brandon smiled, his body leaning slightly into her embrace "I’m just trying to keep up with your cooking standards, Florence,"

Eira’s fingers froze on her phone, her eyes narrowing as she glanced up, her heart lurching at the sight of Florence’s arms around Brandon.

’There she goes flirting with him again...’

Florence’s arms tightened around Brandon, her chin resting on his shoulder, "Oh, darling, you’re doing more than keeping up... these look perfect,"

She glanced at Eira, her eyes catching her daughter’s narrowed gaze and she smiled faintly.

Eira’s eyebrow twitched and her lips pursed into a tight line, her fingers resuming their scroll through her phone as she tried to distract herself.

Florence glanced at the meat and muttered "You are really spoiling us..."

Eira’s fingers tightened on her phone, her eyes narrowing further, and her heart raced with a mix of exasperation and reluctant empathy.

Keeping his smile, Brandon replied "It will be ready soon."

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It was already evening and the sun is setting

Florence was humming under her breath, her hands deftly preparing coffee in a French press, while Brandon is outside, walking along the beach, busy in a phone call.

Eira stormed into the kitchen and gave her mother a glare "Mom, you are being too close and flirtatious with Brandon..."

"What if he finds out about it?"

Florence paused, her hands stilling on the French press and blinked innocently before turning to Eira"I am doing that so he will notice my feelings. It’s a good thing for me."

Eira let out an exasperated sigh and walked to her mom "think this throughly mom, do you really want this?"

Florence nodded her head, her smile softening in affection "Hm, yeah. I know what my feelings are..."

Hearing this, Eira’s expression hardened "Why... do you even love Brandon, Mom?"

Florence’s gaze lowered. her fingers fidgeting with the edge of the counter "Y-You know, Eira... He is so gentle and whenever he talks with me, my heart palpitates. His tender eyes and his soft smiles, he is just so amazing."

She continued in a soft voice "He also cares for me, hugs me and... reassures me."

"He is just so delicate and when he stands beside me, it alone soothes my heart and I can’t stop my smile..."

"It’s like... I am so happy just being with him. I don’t know how to explain these feelings, like.. I..."

Hearing her mother’s heartfelt words, Eira’s gaze quivered and guilt settled in her heart.

’Yeah, it’s okay...’ She thought, her heart settling into a bittersweet resolve.

’She sacrificed many things for me... This is a little sacrifice I can do from my side to her...’

Her mind drifted to Florence’s years of care, the laughter, the unwavering support... a debt she felt compelled to repay, even if it meant sharing Brandon.

’Knowing him, he will surely keep Mom happy and my Mother also seems to be happy with him... So it’s really okay... as long as Mom is happy... I think.’

Her heart ached a little but her love for Florence and her desire to see her radiant joy outweighed her jealousy and confusion.

Looking at Eira, Florence stepped forward and caressed her cheek "Sorry, Eira... for being a bad mom and putting you in a tough spot like this."

Eira shook her head gently and leaned forward to kiss her cheek "No, mom... you are the best mom I could ever get..."

She hugged her mother in her arms "In the end of the day, you are also a woman with a heart... so it’s natural for you to fall in love."

Looking into her mother’s eyes, she muttered "But I have some conditions in this..."